The Thorn in the Family

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IbU House Dance.

Still in the same world, just different geographical location. Bude Murni and Pakde Dar, seeming restless, he was confused not to find his sister quickly returned home. “Didn't he pay just a minute to visit his son? But why hasn't he returned yet?”. Pure Bude, opening a conversation with her husband, in addition to worrying about the state of her sister-in-law, she also fretted if Miss Marni did not return, who would cook and make breakfast for her family.

“He should have been home, it's been over a week. Marni didn't give me any kapar either". Pakde Dar shook his head.

“How about we follow it to Surabaya Pak, all of us ask Randi take a walk, it's pretty tuh later can eat for free”. Bude smile, imagine being able to walk to tourist attractions by enjoying a lot of food, as Randi usually do when they visit there.

“We also all play to the bakery Tari, later can ask for a lot of bread made in take home”. The contents of the head of Bude Murni were re-pointed.

“Later you also ask for old clothes Randi”, now pakde Dar also imagine, what they can when visiting Surabaya.

“We must be able to bring Marni back home sir, if Marni does not come home we bother once. I have to cook breakfast every day, I have to shop for our meal". Bude's whine to her husband.

“True, Marni has to go back home, it's just nice she's there can be nice, eat good and full, while we're here hungry”. Tukas Pakde Dar, imagining this time his sister lives with sufficiency.

“Let's dance however, right also our nephew Sir, if he can eat well, live properly, we should also be able to feel it. In the past, our school dance also helped, right?”. As Bude's bias would be the stove, he really didn't want to miss the opportunity to gently squeeze his nephew.

“Ya already, now let's get ready, later we will go to Surabaya”.

***

Surabayan.

That night the streets were quite stretchy, almost two hours drive to the Bude family entourage at Randi's house. That night a little rain came splashing down on the grass. The quiet atmosphere is visible from the spacious randi house courtyard. Their car quickly entered and parked neatly right in the side yard.

At the same time, a young man came on a black vario motorcycle, wearing a raincoat and carrying a sizable backpack. The bag is coated with plastic so as not to make the contents of the d in it wet.

Bude and Pakde looked at the young man who each wore a coat complete with a helmet on his head. “Why bude here?”, said Ipul in his heart, when his presence along with his family.

“True-baner an unbeautiful coincidence”.his hiss back when he had to get off the motor and meet the owner of the house.

Meanwhile, Bude, Pakde and Udin were still looking at him, waiting for the young man to take off his helmet. Slowly, Ipul, began to open his helmet that covered his head.

“Ipul!”, Bude's voice looked astonished, when he found his nephew who came.

“Ngeh Bude”, he replied politely and kissed both of their hands.

“Bude and Pakde why come here?”,

“From your mother, we haven't been home in a week. Once a time lack of money for a transpot, so Bude followed to here”. his hiss with arrogance like bias.

Quiescent.

Ipul refuses to answer, he chooses to open his rain suit and put it on the side of his motorcycle.

Now his hand was stretched out to knock on the door of Randi's house, the face of the Rose was plastered perfectly when he opened the door. Immediately, Ipul's chest felt tightness again.

“Who?”.

At the same time Bude, Pakde and Rose asked each other. The pulse is silent.

“I am his wife Mas Randi”.he replied with confidence.

All were surprised to introduce themselves to each other. What else did Bude see the belly of the Rose that was bulging, a row of questions immediately perched on his head.

“Randi Wife? Whatisthis? What is it?”, hiss in the heart.

“Who is the Rose?”, Shouted Bu Srining, from inside his house.

“Bu Pure and Pakde Dar”. Bude replied with a loud voice.

Ms. Srining, who heard Bude and Pakde Tari's voice so shocked, rushed out of the house and was stunned to see the presence of the Dance family so very suddenly.

“Sorry to interrupt, I want to meet with Randi!”, said Ipul coolly and steadily Ms. Srining.

“Let's go in everything, outside rain, the weather is also very cold once”. Jawan Bu Srining, stammering.

“I want for a while I just want to meet your child”. Ipul said coldly, he was reluctant to step his feet into her brother's hell.

Meanwhile, Bude and Pakde looked at each other, he did not know at all about the circumstances that happened to his nephew, his nephew,

“Bude, Pakde, Ipul's sister, please come in first, let me make you drink”. Rose with a friendly.

“No need to bother, it could be later you add poison in our drink”. Say the Ipul with a slanted smile.

“Just call your dear husband!”, he said furiously, he refused to linger in the house.

While Bude and Pakde were still confused, they tried to translate every word that Ipul spoke as well as others. In for the first time they look so stupid and out of information.

“Pul, explain what happened’.he said aloud, he could not stand his curiosity.

“Wait a minute, Bude and Pakde will also know everything”. ringgis Ipul, with a bland smile in front of them all.

Ms. Srining, started to walk to the second floor, to pick up her son. The Roses went to the kitchen to make their guests drinks.

“Tante apologizes Pul, for everything that has happened in this family”. Bu Srining said later, after calling his son.

Randi was still on top, gathering his life to meet his wife's family. He will be ready to accept every insult and insult that will be there later.

“Oh Auntie don't bother apologizing, there's nothing wrong in this. Everyone just wants the best and will do their best. For yourself of course!”. Tukas Ipuls.

Now Randi began to go down the stairs, preparing to meet with his guests. As usual he would greet and kiss the hands of his wife Pakde and Bude.

“There is something I want to say!”, said Ipul, coldly and staring at Randi without hesitation.

“What Pul?”, Randi's face warms, he hopes there is one good thing to improve the household.

Ipul's hand grabbed the bag next to him, he took out two sheets of map there.

“This divorce letter from Mbak Tari!”.

“This is a certificate of Mother's house in the village”.

“APA DIVORCE!!!”. Bude and Pakde said compactly.